What is the essence of trade?
The answer was once carved by the Visaji People of the Wandering Continent onto the scales of justice in Denis, the most prosperous city in the White Horse Kingdom: Value is born from scarcity, and exchange ends with satisfaction.
These merchants, renowned for their shrewdness as they traversed the mountains and deserts of Zeyarira, firmly believed that once you stripped away all the ornate rituals and false promises, trade was nakedly just one thing: a back-and-forth, an exchange of mutually needed items.
An old Visaji broker would tell you, his murky yet sharp eyes narrowing, that the most successful trade is one where both parties feel they got the better end of the deal. You received what you lacked, I obtained what I craved, and the scales of desire achieved a brief, delicate balance at that moment.
This principle held true in the markets of men, the mines of Dwarves, and even in the ethereal treetop halls of the Elves.
